Contract Marriage: Let's Make It Real, Mrs. Sterling!-Chapter 175 - 2: Nirvana
Not only did the audience at the venue and fans in the live stream go crazy, but even the guests were surprised.
The level really can be said to be quite high; some groups that have trained for several years might not do better than they did.
Chloe Young looked at the girl on stage who resembled her in appearance, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
She recalled the words some people said to her ears after returning to the country, and felt inexplicably uneasy.
With a sidelong glance, she noticed Martin Wright’s gaze fixed on the stage, and not just him, but Jensen Sterling as well.
When her eyes returned to the stage, it was the most concentrated part of the song, with a very fast and explosive rhythm!
The background music drummed on with beats, one after another, every sound piercing the ears.
With the music, the girl’s body seemed like a precision machine, hitting every beat perfectly without a single flaw, absolutely stunning.
[The precision of these beats is killing me; this group is really going wild.]
[And that move felt like it was targeting me, like a bullet shot straight into my heart.]
[Although the previous two groups were good, there’s really no comparison to this one.]
[And Mia Sutton’s expression management was flawless, this is amazing.]
...
The dance reached its ending, a harmony, falling into the ears as an auditory delight. Lynn Joyner’s hand slowly extended to Mia Sutton’s ear, and the two gazed at each other for a moment, then simultaneously turned their heads. In a swift motion, their movements were synchronized, looking at the camera!
[I hereby announce, I am completely and utterly done for.]
[Ahhhh, that last scene, I could die for it, the movement, those eyes.]
[Face-touching magic, I’m back again!]
The CP fans of Mia Sutton and Lynn Joyner were as excited as if it were New Year’s, understandably, because the sisters were just that good.
......
After the performance ended, the venue erupted instantly like boiling water at 100 degrees Celsius.
It was just so thrilling, so explosive, the heated atmosphere at the venue couldn’t calm down for a long time.
Even when the host came on stage, the audience was still shouting loudly: "Mia, you are the best!!!"
"Lynn, go duck!!!"
"Vivi, believe in yourself, you can do it."
The host chuckled a few times, full of enthusiasm: "It seems everyone really enjoyed the performance just now."
"Loved it!" the audience shouted in unison.
How could anyone not love it, anyone would find it hard to resist.
Furthermore, the number of people in the live stream has already exceeded twenty million, and it’s still on the rise.
Even the girl who just said this show wasn’t that great was stunned for a while; their talent is indeed remarkable, matching theirs quite well.
Host: "Since everyone loves ’Nirvana’ so much, please vote for them."
Another female host chimed in, continuing: "And friends in the live stream, our competition is already halfway through, hurry and vote for your favorite contestants."
[I’m voting, I’m voting, no rush.]
[I have my phone in front of me, holding my mom’s in one hand, my dad’s in the other, tapping away...]
[Hahaha, those in front, tap slower, careful not to burst the phone.]
The bullet screen was bustling with excitement.
After the host finished a segment of the script, he then looked toward the guest seats, more accurately at Jensen Sterling: "I wonder what our guest thinks of tonight’s performance, have you voted for our contestants?"
